Chapter 738： Giant Annihilation

The giants eliminated the enemy, but these vents were completely unable to resolve the anger of the blind beast.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

They yelled to the sky, they were angry, they were manic.

They grinned and wailed wild beasts. They rolled their eyes, two huge holes dripping with blood.

When they were unaware of the attackers, their anger and hatred became more frantic.

Then, they finally found an opponent that they could use to vent their anger.

The giants have squeezed together in the chaos.

They found that the big men around were far better to deal with than the flirty enemies.

That is the real attack, that is the real revenge. The giants began to bite each other, and they began to beat each other.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

They are like crazy beasts, and they must be in the cruelest battle to vent their anger.

A twenty-five-foot blind giant just broke the head of a twenty-foot giant. He couldn't see his feet, there was a 23-foot-long giant that fell to the ground.

When he stepped on the 23-foot giant, he immediately lost his balance.

The injured giant, like a snake, entangled around the twenty-five-foot giant. With his sharp teeth, he tore open the twenty-five-foot giant's throat.

Before he stopped from the game full of blood, a fallen giant fell on him again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Another tall giant was carrying a giant and beating repeatedly, as if beating a rag doll.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The giants sucked their noses and turned their ears. They looked for any living creatures. They fight each other, bite each other.

"What a crazy monster."

Seeing the madness of these giants, George couldn't help but be shocked. It takes a lot of courage to hire such a monster.

Dumbledore even thought about becoming an ally with such a monster. People who are too old really can't communicate.

After a while, the giants finally died completely clean in the cannibalism.

There were one or two panting giants left, and George had also made up a killing curse.

These giants killed each other thoroughly and saved him a lot of energy.

"Next."

George touched his chin with his hand, and he looked at the huge bodies of the giants collapsed on the ground.

With dripping blood and broken limbs everywhere, this place is like a slaughterhouse, and it is a slaughterhouse that has not been cleaned.

If someone accidentally walks in here, they might suddenly go crazy with fright.

But you can't just let it go.

George waved his wand and drew a circle, and a khaki halo fell from the top of the wand and spread across the ground.

A large circular pit appeared in the valley. George waved his wand again, and a black flame ignited in the pit.

Black flames crawled all over the huge round pit, those jumping flames were like monster teeth, and the entire huge mouth was like monster's huge mouth.

The corpses of one giant after another were thrown into the huge pit burning with raging flames.

Once the remains of those giants entered the black flames, they quickly melted, leaving only a pile of black powder.

After confirming that all the giant bones were gone, George clapped his hands and extinguished the flames in the pit.

He continued to attract rain, washing the blood on the ground, washing the remaining traces into the big hole, and finally filling the big hole.

Now you can go back with confidence.

Even if Voldemort had the ability to transform a corpse, he could not transform a pile of black ashes into a powerful soldier.

"Apparition!"

Complete silence was restored in the valley.

Only some vague potholes and broken trees remained, proving that terrible things had happened here.

After more than ten minutes, a mound appeared on the ground, and a wizard in a black robe crawled out of the ground.

"Master Mike, that lord has gone."

The wizard shouted in the direction of the valley.

"McNeill, I really hope you can be more patient."

On the rock wall of the valley, suddenly a tall, slender wizard appeared, his tone of impatience appeared.

"Although caution is not necessary every time, as long as it is used once, it is enough to repay all caution."

McNeill said vaguely, "Yes, Lord Mike, but what we need to consider now is how to explain to the Dark Lord."

His tone trembled, "The Dark Lord is preparing to transform these giants, but we have not been able to take care of these giants. This is not easy to explain."

Mike waved his hand, "This is an unexpected situation, and your Excellency is not something we can handle."

He said calmly, "We are also very sad for failing to complete the task of the Dark Lord. But facing that lord, we have no other way. We have to hide the giant in the wild In order to prevent that lord from tracking over."

McNeill nodded hurriedly, "Yes, thanks to your brilliant plan, Lord Mike, we won't get nothing this time."

"All right!"

Mike said loudly and sternly, "Don't say anything that shouldn't be said."

He pondered for a moment, "Now, these are left to the Dark Lord to deal with. After all, it is not something we can decide concerning the matter of that lord."

McNeill nodded repeatedly, "Everything should be handled by the Dark Lord."

He looked at Mike and asked in a questioning tone, "So, should I contact the master now?"

After receiving Mike's nod, McNeill rolled up his sleeves.

On his pale arm, some fine textures can still be vaguely seen. He took a deep breath, and his pale arm gradually became bloody, and a bright red tattoo pattern appeared on his arm.

A black devil's mark of a snake spit out from a skeleton's mouth, as if emerging from the blood, a vivid skull, swallowing an active snake.

Slowly, the mark changed from blood to black.

After a while, the cloak's Xixi **** came from the air.

A tall and thin man appeared in the valley.

He had a face paler than a skull, scarlet eyes, and a flat nose like a snake. It was Voldemort.

"the host...."

McNeill was about to tell his master what happened.

Voldemort raised his hand and made a quiet gesture.

He took a deep breath, "There is still a breath of magic in the air."

Voldemort reached out his big spider-like hand, and drew a magic wand from the pocket of his robe. He waved his wand, like writing characters.

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